Thoroughbred Blues

In a hallowed grandstand, I do quietly sit, high above the noise and ruckus of the pit. Staring out upon a curving, long race-track, as thoroughbreds set off running races back-to-back. Around me are sitting a mannered, genteel crowd, dressed up to the nines, only deigning to be loud when jockeys round the curve, pulling hard for home, and the losing bets first scream, then so loudly moan. I don't think they really care all that much for the horse, it's the gambling that brought them, and brings them back for more. It kind of reminds me of NASCAR when I think of all those horses turning left, it's kinda the same thing! But I don't dare mention that, if I did these people all would rush me with intentions bad, claiming they're shocked and appalled, I guess it's really not my crowd, and next Saturday I shall go down the road for a real good time at the weekly, circuit rodeo. Ride 'dem broncs! Y'aahhh!